| The grey of evening fills the room,
no need to look outside,
to see or feel the rain.
i reach across to touch her,
but i know that she's not there.
rain keeps running down the window pane.
time is running out for me.
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
can't you see what you have done?
as i try to pass another long and sleepless night,
a hundred crazy voices call my name,
as i try to pass them by,
i almost can believe that she is here,
in the glow of the night.
do you know what you have done?
do you know what you've begun?
do you see we shall never be together again?
all of my life.
lonely people, empty rooms,
pointless violence, silent tombs.
could it be that we shall be together again?
sheets of double glazing help to keep outside the night,
only foreign city sirens can cut through,
nylon sheets and blankets help to minimize the cold.
but they can't keep out the chilling sounds.
will the nightmare soon give way to dreaming
that she is here with me?
in the glow of the night.
do you know what you have done?
do you know what you've begun?
do you see we shall never be together again?
lonely people, empty rooms,
pointless violence, silent tombs.
could it be that we shall be together again?
submitted by michael hack
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